This Hogwarts is not normal

The annual Halloween dinner, of course, cannot do without a wide variety of delicacies.

Europe, America, Asia, almost including classic cuisines from all over the world.

Large plates of more than a dozen colors appear inside the pumpkin, each representing a region.

As long as you tap it with your wand, the house elves in the kitchen will deliver the designated dishes.

The new school manager has a new style, which is much richer than previous years.

Although there was no skeleton dance troupe last year, the teachers and students obviously didn't care.

They have been captured by the food, especially Ron who comes to serve everything.

It was the first time Harry had seen him gobble it up like this.

Tomahawk steak in the left hand, a large plate of brisket in the right hand, and the mouth is still bulging.

Seeing Hagrid and Harry looking at him, Ron gulped down the food in his mouth,

"Why don't you move? These things are delicious."

Hagrid grabbed a whole roast leg of lamb, and Harry followed suit with a Chinese roast goose.

The three of them looked at each other for a moment, and the big flowers grew.

Almost all teachers and students are like them, but there are always some exceptions.

For example, Trelawney, who only has sherry in her eyes, or the black swans who eat nothing.

The Court of Owls has become the well-deserved No. [-] club in Hogwarts, and the black swan that no one cares about is left with dozens of little snakes struggling to support it.

The facade is magnificent enough, but the inside is always deserted.

As the chairman, Draco has been unable to understand a question.

Why!

Why would Wayne, the bastard who always bullied him, be more popular than his pure-blooded self.

"Ka—" I cut the steak so hard that the plate was cut in half.

Warm sauce was sprinkled in the huge hollowed out pumpkin, and Pansy, who was nearby, hurriedly cleaned them up with a wave of his wand.

"Draco?"

"I won't eat." Draco dropped the knife and fork.

Pan Xi grabbed him who was about to get up and leave, "Eat as much as you want, you didn't eat much at noon today."

Hungry is hungry, but he is really not in the mood.

As long as I think that these foods cost Vincent's Galleons, I will feel sick to my stomach for no reason.

Pansy pulled him hard to sit down, "Draco, if you think about it this way, the thing is indeed Galleons that cost Wayne, but the more we eat, the more he spends."

Huh?What she said makes sense.

That's right, turn grief and anger into appetite, eat poor Wayne bastard!

After taking a few bites, Draco suddenly felt something was wrong.

How much can he eat alone?It's only the level of the two followers.

"Ding ding ding ding-"

Draco yelled at the opposite side: "Crabbe! Goyle! You eat all of these!"

Is there such a good thing?

Soon, they both regretted it.

Although I feel better in my heart, it is unrealistic to eat poor Vincent.

It's like this every day, all students are like this, and it's probably very hanging.

"Draco, we can't eat—"

"Ding--"

"Shut up! Eat quickly!"

The corners of Crabbe and Galton's eyes were moist.

To be sure, none of these tears were moved.

Halfway through the dinner, ghosts of the school sprang out of the walls and ceiling.

This is the tradition of the Halloween dinner at Hogwarts, and they will bring well-prepared performances to all teachers and students.

Harry and Ron recalled the unbearable past last year.

"Ron, why did you say we were waiting there? Wouldn't it be better to come down and have something to eat first?"

"This... because we didn't expect it?"

The cold basement classroom, the rotten food that grows maggots, a large group of translucent ghosts...

Chen Ji's party was very good, don't do it again next time.

The first program is a solo dance performed by Lady Gray, the ghost of Ravenclaw house.

She is very young and beautiful, and her dance steps full of classical beauty reveal deep sadness.

There was thunderous applause, followed by the ghostly fat monk of Hufflepuff House.

Short and chubby, he is very friendly to the students, and everyone is looking forward to his show.

"Let me tell you a story." The fat monk floated into the air with a serious expression:

"As we all know, Hogwarts is a school of wizardry with a long history.

In the past thousand years, it is inevitable that there will be some supernatural events that cannot be explained by magic. "

His face gradually darkened, "And the story I want to tell happened in the last two years.

It is said that on a certain night two years ago, a headless horseman wearing silver-white armor appeared in Hogwarts Castle..."

Vincent, who was eating dessert, coughed violently.

The fat friar's expression became more serious, "He was chasing three students, and even jumped onto the wall in front of our school janitor—Argus Filch, and even made a somersault."

"Ahem——" Vincent coughed even harder.

"It's nothing, do you know what the Headless Horseman did afterwards?"

"I know!" George raised his right hand high.

However, the fat monk didn't seem to have any intention of asking him to answer, and just whispered to himself: "He jumped from the fourth floor, under the noses of three poor terrified students."

"Pfft..." Led by the twins, the friends couldn't hold back their laughter.

The headless horseman ran wildly in the middle of the night, and it really became the legend of Hogwarts campus.

Seeing many students gasp, the fat monk showed a smug smile at the corner of his mouth.

No matter how beautiful Ms. Gray's solo dance is, it will not be as attractive as the story he tells.

Overfulfill the task, let's say "Superhero vs. Mysterious Man" next year.

"Thank you everyone." The fat monk left with a mysterious smile.

Need applause for a Halloween show?

No need, the more scary the better.

So here comes the ghost of Slytherin with the pale face, the vacant eyes, and the silvery blood on his robes.

Bloody Barrow not only looks particularly scary, but also the only existence in the school that can really hold Peeves.

He drew out a short sword stained with silver blood, pointed it at his chest amidst the exclamation of teachers and students, and slowly pushed the sword in.

Desperate eyes, painful wailing.

Even though they knew that the ghost could not die, no one moved their eyes away.

With a sound of "呲", the blood man Baro suddenly pulled out the dagger that had been pushed to the bottom.

He knelt down, whispering, sinking into the floor a little bit.

As for what he said at the end, I am afraid that only he himself knows.

Vincent shivered like everyone else.

Desperate enough to choose to commit suicide with a dagger, without personal experience, it is absolutely impossible to act.

Hermione analyzed in a low voice: "The dagger is stained with blood, and his last expression was full of annoyance. He should be confessing to someone."

Martyrdom?

Unexpectedly, there are quite a lot of loves in Slytherin.

Snape subconsciously stared back.

These little bastards are inexplicable, and I'm afraid they are not planning on his office.

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